Hidy Hole TV Land Escape Pod

Back from the absence. I spent the last couple of days, still hiding out at the Homies'. I hope the fruits of my labor will be sweet and nourishing. In the meantime, I hold my breath, turn blue, and wonder what I'm missing out on in other people's lives. I keep realizing at around midnight, that there are phone calls I didn't make.

I came back to S & B's last night to watch A-man so they could have a hot date. When he went to sleep I ordered pizza and flicked on the TV. Watched a couple of episodes of a certain HBO series I hadn't seen before. Though I don't relate too much with the character's, it did get me excited about having my OWN place and being able to explore my own style. I then caught part of a documentary about a housefull of hippy, drug addict, dragish queenish performers living in SF in the late 60's early 70's. It fit right in with my amazement at this place that seems to be such a crockpot for individualism. I really can't say I think I could have survived SF in those days, but it would be kind of cool to see it.

The Catpeople came over for dinner this evening, and I made a sort of cioppinno (sp?) with crab, shrimp, and fish. It was pretty tasty, and we had fun playing.